The spare room wasn't exactly homey, per se, although attempts had been made. Eva looked around it with wide eyes, even so, taking in the futon, bookshelf, and the little door that led to the bathroom. Most importantly, there was a child's bed for Avery. "Liberty..." she managed, eyes filling with tears. Liberty shook her head. "Don't worry, Eva. You and Avery need a place to stay, and this is as good as any, I hope. As long as you put in for the food bill, you don't have to worry until you're back on your feet. Hell, you two can lodge here until the end of time as far as we're concerned." Eva fell silent, eyes going back to the children's bed. Avery wouldn't mind it, she knew - Avery didn't mind much, after years of living in their run-down house where the struggle to keep the lights on hit them every month. Avery didn't mind that sometimes they only had baked beans. She'd have preferred it if...